I definitely feel like I'm on the home stretch now. My toiletries have begun to run out raising the necessity of visiting a pharmacy to buy more, and considering how overwhelming supermarkets here are (which don't sell anything but food) I dread to think what I'd end up leaving with - is it toothpaste or is it face cream? One way to find out! My brain has wandered unbidden to all the things I'm going to do when I get home: lazing in my dressing gown, drinking cups of tea, starting DIY projects (with the best intentions to finish them), developing some of these photos I've been taking. As if my layabout lifestyle isn't going to come rushing back to me as soon as I open the door to my cinema room. The unasked question that hung in the air before I left was whether I would be coming back? Unequivocally yes. I have no desire to shift my life into hard mode and I like far too many of my creature comforts to give them up, however temporarily. Plus you know, friends, family, life etc. Besides, no one has yet offered me an all expenses paid, salaried job travelling around Japan taking photos. That's the kind of proposal that would make me rethink my position.

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